Qingmei's face turned red.
"If you keep being cheeky, I won't care about you anymore."
Guoguo shook his head nearby: "With such a serious injury, yet he can still speak such sweet words. It's scary."
He turned to leave but saw Feng Fuce coming. Guoguo immediately made way for him.
Chu Ping also quickly tried to get up to pay respects.
Feng Fuce raised his hand: "Just lie down. It was hard for you to get your life back; don't strain yourself."
Chu Ping laughed carelessly: "Well then, I won't stand on ceremony with the Marquis."
He lay back down and sighed with a sense of emotion.
"Life is getting more and more comfortable. Xiao Mei feeds me, and I don't even need to get up to pay respects to the Marquis."
"Even though I had a narrow escape from the Ghost Gate, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise."
"If I could live like this all the time, I'd be willing to get injured again."
As soon as Chu Ping finished speaking, Qingmei gently slapped him: "Stop talking nonsense!"
